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Kottonmouth Kings Rollin' Stoned Built To Last Time keeps on slippin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor blast- Why do all these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to last- you know that we was built to last The Adventures of shaky bonez the intruder AKA D-Loc Mr. Ginseu Master The Budda Blasta it's all-good Operatin in my green room Cutting up my words. You betta make way I've been know to blow the spot Mr. Ginseu Master And Bobby Suenam We form like volton connected by the feet So theirs room to reach When we transform the beat With the ill techniques Needles stick like gum Bobby on the two and shaky on the one Here comes the suenamie brothas Duck fuck run grab your shields and Putten up this ain't for fun Table combat son You betta blow the spot When I penetrate it's deep You know I smoke my pot Everyday I stay ripped They call me D-Loc the C Don't Eva get it twisted Naw! Mean. Time keeps on slippin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor blast- Why do all these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to last- you know that we was built to last And you know this I got so Herb in my pocket A caddie an a truck A phat chain wallet A dirt bike, mini bike and a go-cart A skateboard shoot gun and a snowboard My wake because winter just passed Summer comin up River runs with the hash Me and all my dogs Drinken beers token buds Yorkin on are trucks Right under the sun And when the water cold We sit and get stoned Hollerin at the hunny's Talkin shit from crow's boat And if you don't know I don't really fuckin care Like listen to a drunk When he's yappin in my ear Talken this tale that Your not make no sense Like smoken crack by a fence Or bud when it's dense Don't run get it twisted I'm a tell you again The call me L-O-C Sucka see ya! Say. Time keeps on slippin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor blast- Why do all these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to last- you know that we was built to last I be the kid with my pants Straight sagged to my knees Got my vans on my feet Smoke a once a week Written rhymes to beats Intertwining with timing Rhyming patters are scatteren I'm as high as the heavens Farmer are caddle Eaten valiums and tatilen On the side of a mountain choppin trees down or cabins On the search for medalians While they thinking their stallions I about to burn like dragons How could you imagin Back in the day I was a pest in the classroom With a attitude bablin On the desk I was taggen While the teacher was talking Hald the time I was nappin Sides the fact I was slacken Didn't care if I was passin Relaxin and laughing Stealing pencils and graphing Children for magazine Memories of causalities People now gather me I'm the D-L-O-C And I'll I do is smoke weed. Time keeps on slippin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor blast- Why do all these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to last- you know that we was built to last |
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